Summer left in haste
with the abruptness of his goodbye
Left me speechless, he took
my last words briskly
they stumbled across the road
discarded leaves scrapping along the gutter
and he never even looked back
chilled, I clutched at the memories
liked an oversized blanket, hoping to feel secure
the feeling fleeting, absquatulated
with his name from my tongue
Poetic Trials 